Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 12:48:40 -0500
From: Russell S.
Subject: Finding Out
FINDING OUT
by Russell S.
russ1961@sbcglobal.net
This story contains depictions of sex between consenting young men, who may
not be doing things in a safe manner. Remember, it's just a story. Please
act responsibly.
FINDING OUT
Caleb blinked his eyes, adjusting to the morning light. Twisting
his head sharply to the side he was able to see the clock on the
nightstand; 7:30am. He yawned and stretched, all the muscles of his six
foot frame tightening at once, then relaxing again. Taking a deep breath he
realized he could smell Jackson's scent in the sheets, the young man whose
bed it actually was. Jackson, a school friend of several years, was asleep
on the floor. Running a hand through his dark hair and settling into the
pillow, Caleb pondered the events of the past several hours. His cock
filled and lengthened, becoming fully hard within seconds. Jackson
continued his slow, heavy breathing, remaining asleep a few feet away.
It started out as a typical summer Friday night for the boys,
hanging out at a friend's house where a small get together turned into a
larger get together, maybe fifty people in all. Somebody eventually showed
up with beer, fueling the party and keeping things lively as the attendants
kept watch for parents and cops. Some of the boys, including Jackson, had
taken their shirts off, using the excuse of heat and humidity. Nobody was
fooled, it was more of a ploy to show off for the girls, hoping abs, pecs,
and bare skin would gain them some attention. For Jackson, well-groomed
brownish hair with a hint of red and boyishly cute, he was hoping his dark
tan, smooth chest, and tight build would appeal to some of the other males.
Not exactly out, he'd been pushing himself to be bolder and let his friends
know he was gay, then be open at school for the whole of senior year. No
one else at school openly identified as gay, although rumors were passed
around now and then. Jackson had been the subject of some of those rumors
during junior year, which only made telling the truth seem more urgent. The
first one he knew he'd tell was his best friend, Caleb. After that he'd try
to figure out how to come out to his family.
Both boys were buzzed when they headed for home at 1:00am, walking
the few blocks to Jackson's house to spend the night. Even with his parents
home he knew he and Caleb could come in the back door and make their way to
his room upstairs without waking them or his younger sister. Caleb had
spent plenty of nights before, so his being around the next morning
wouldn't seem unusual.
The bedroom was dark as they entered, but quickly illuminated when
Jackson clicked on a small desk lamp in the corner. To lessen the glare he
tilted the shade to one side, producing long, dark shadows along the floor
and walls. As Jackson watched, his friend casually stripped to his boxer
briefs. Jackson did the same, tossing his clothes onto an existing pile in
the corner. Jackson positioned himself on the bed while Caleb slumped down
in a nearby chair. Their conversation during the walk home hadn't amounted
to much, mostly general chit-chat about girls at the party, school starting
in another month, and theories about the disappearance of another friend,
Kevin, who'd left the party early for some reason. Caleb yawned wide, then
broke the silence.
"What was it you wanted to tell me?" Caleb asked, remembering a
comment Jackson had made hours earlier at the party.
"Huh?" Jackson snapped, suddenly nervous.
"You said you had something you wanted to tell me later," Caleb
reminded his friend. "So, dude, it's later; what is it?"
Jackson knew it was time, but still had difficulty saying it out
loud, something he'd not done before except in front of his bedroom
mirror. Suddenly, he heard his own voice, helped along by the beer buzz. It
sounded like he was listening to someone else say it. "Oh, uh, yeah...I'm
gay."
Caleb stared ahead in his own slight fog, letting the words sink
into his brain. A smile spread over his face, followed by a low
laugh. "Dude," he said, giggling, "that totally makes sense."
"What the fuck does that mean?" Jackson asked defensively, rising
up from the bed.
"Nothing, dude," Caleb shot back, "just that I've wondered
sometimes. No big deal. So you like cock and taking it up the ass..."
Jackson quickly cut him off. "Fuck you, I've not done that!"
"But if you're gay maybe you want to," Caleb teased, rubbing his
hand over his own dick tucked away in his underwear.
Unable to resist, Jackson followed his friend's hand as it traveled
downward, seductively cupping his package. Looking back up he saw Caleb's
eyes staring back. Caleb stood up and stepped closer, as if to challenge
Jackson's resolve.
The tension grew noticeably as Caleb spoke up, his voice low. "You
remember that time last summer, at the pool, watching the girls and joking
about who'd be the best fuck? We ended up back here so horny we jacked
off?"
"That's the first time I'd seen another cock," Jackson confessed.
"Me, too." Caleb moved his hand away from his crotch as an
advancing bulge began to form.
Jackson looked at his friend and felt his own appendage surge. "I
guess we're both horny again."
Caleb's meat bounced upwards as his thumb hooked behind the
waistband of his boxer briefs, pushing the material away from his tight
stomach.
"You want to...?" Jackson whispered.
"Yeah, cool," Caleb whispered in return. "You first," nodding
toward Jackson's only article of clothing.
Nervously, Jackson pulled down his briefs, his released cock
slapping against his stomach. Its length went almost to his navel, crossing
the boundary of his dark tan line. A trimmed tuft of sandy brown hair stood
at the base of his cock, but otherwise he was smooth. Caleb proceeded to
undress, revealing more of the same pale skin that covered the rest of his
body, interrupted by a mat of dark hair surrounding his genitals. Sparse,
wiry hairs grew from his good sized balls, his cock standing out a perfect
forty-five degree angle above them.
Wordlessly, both boys sat down on the bed, bare feet on the floor
in front of them, Caleb near the head and Jackson near the foot.
Jackson started first as he moved his left hand to his cock and
began a light stroking motion. Caleb immediately followed suit with his
right hand. Both alternated looking into each other's eyes and staring at
each other's cock, watching the movement of their hands and bodies.
Jackson leaned back causing his abs to pop out, six slight mounds across
his lean midsection. His stroking became a little faster. Caleb maintained
his rhythm for a minute, but then slowed.
"Dude," Caleb whispered almost too low to hear. "Jackson, dude," he
repeated.
Turning his eyes back toward Caleb's face, Jackson saw an
expression of lust coupled with curiosity. "What?" he asked.
Sheepishly, Caleb asked, "So, um...uh...being gay means you suck
cock, right?"
Jackson's eyes widened at the perceived suggestion, his mouth
suddenly wet with spit, salivating like a hungry dog. He hesitated, but
coaxed himself to answer truthfully. "I haven't done...I want to."
The idea had Caleb horny as hell, the chance to do more than just
stroke out a load. "Can you suck my cock?"
Jackson didn't answer as his eyes dropped back down to Caleb's hard
dick. The vision floated in Jackson's hormone flooded brain, a hard, warm
piece of meat to lick, taste, and enjoy. He almost drooled, but caught
himself just in time. He stopped jacking and moved closer to Caleb,
tentatively reaching out to touch another boy's cock for the first
time. Caleb moved his own hand away and leaned back on his elbows. As
Jackson's fingers wrapped around the object of his desire, a wave of lust
shot through him, reinforcing the idea of having a dick in his
mouth. Bending over to the side Jackson brought his mouth within reach of
Caleb's cock. The waft of smells permeated his mind, washing away all
remaining inhibitions. Instinctively his tongue emerged and lightly flicked
the spongy head, followed by a lick around the ridge, and finally his lips
sliding over the entire bulb. Pulling back up, he went down again, this
time taking two inches of cock into his mouth, letting it slide over his
tongue. Repeating the same motion, he took even more, then more still,
stopping as the cock head hit the back of his throat.
"Fuck, dude," Caleb moaned softly as the warm, wet sensations raced
along the length of his bone.
Jackson rose from the bed and moved in between Caleb's legs,
pushing them apart far enough so he could kneel on the floor, his mouth and
hand never losing contact with Caleb's pulsing erection. Jackson's own cock
was harder than ever, almost to the point of pain. In the new position he
could more easily stroke and suck the length of Caleb's cock, getting a
definite rhythm going.
Caleb continued to moan, willing himself to keeping the noise at a
minimum, holding pleasurable groans and sounds deep within his chest. He
was surprised when Jackson suddenly pulled off.
"Shit, dude, don't stop!" Caleb begged.
"You like that?" Jackson asked, honestly wanting to know if his
blowjob was any good.
"Fuck yeah. Suck it, dude!"
"I will," Jackson reassured his buddy as he stretched his jaw, a
drop of spit falling from his wet chin. "Just have to rest a bit."
Caleb continued to watch the action as Jackson casually slid his
hand up and down the wet cock inches from his face. A few seconds later the
hot cylinder was back in Jackson's mouth, his head bobbing up and down,
slurping the flesh of his best friend.
After another few minutes Caleb knew it was almost over, warning,
"Dude, I'm so close...can I cum...you know, in your mouth?"
Jackson couldn't answer, his mouth was too busy. Looking up past
Caleb's stomach and chest, he glanced into Caleb's eyes and nodded as best
he could.
As Caleb's switch tripped his hips began to thrust automatically,
forcing his cock to the back of Jackson's throat, abs clenched as he rolled
up and forward, slapping a hand against the back of Jackson's head,
trapping his best friend's mouth over the erupting cock. His other hand was
over his own mouth stifling a long, loud, "FUUUUUCK!"
All Jackson could do was swallow, again and again, feeling Caleb's
hot shots splatter into his mouth. He gained just enough leverage to back
off enough to stop gagging.
As his orgasm subsided, Caleb released his grip on Jackson's head,
allowing him to pull away. "Fuck, dude, I didn't mean to hurt..."
Jackson cut him short. "No, it's ok. Kind of hot, actually. You
were so intense." He coughed and swallowed again, still feeling a slimy
coating over his tongue and teeth, a bitter aftertaste spreading throughout
his mouth.
Caleb glanced down and saw Jackson's dick, hard as ever, but also
shiny. "Did you unload?" he asked.
Jackson stood up as he answered, "No, but I fucking need to." His
cock was wet with precum, spread around as he'd jacked himself, continuing
its slow oozing from the tip and sliding downward, almost dripping from his
tight, smooth balls. Caleb's face was mere inches from Jackson's dripping
dick, but he made no move toward it. Slowly, Jackson edged his cock toward
Caleb's mouth.
"Fuck, dude...no, I can't," Caleb said seriously, his wide open
eyes turning away.
Jackson stepped back abruptly, unsure of his immediate
feelings. He'd assumed Caleb would help him out, but now he felt
dejected. All he could muster was a weak, "Oh...ok."
As good as Caleb had felt just minutes earlier, he now felt bad for
his buddy. He had strong feelings for Jackson, but not the same feelings
Jackson had toward him. Still, the disappointment in Jackson's voice made
Caleb respond. "Dude, I can't suck you," he explained, "but how about
this?" Reaching out, Caleb wrapped his fingers around Jackson's slick cock
and began to stroke.
A jolt of excitement raced from Jackson's cock to his head,
snapping his eyes shut, but his mouth open. For now, the hand job was good
enough.
Sensing what was happening, Caleb stroked faster, lightly squeezing
the cock in his hand, well lubricated from all of Jackson's precum. Only
seconds passed before Caleb felt a sudden new surge and final stiffening of
his friend's erection.
"Ahhh...yeah...fuck...fuck...fuck...!" Jackson squealed, his words
synchronized with each blast of sperm. Unable to keep his balance, he
leaned forward, placing his hands on Caleb's shoulders. Caleb continued to
stroke as multiple, thick, white streams of fluid ejected from Jackson's
cock, splattering across Caleb's chest and stomach even as he tried to
avoid them. As the globs became smaller Caleb slowed his hand, just like he
did when he jacked himself off, wary of being oversensitive. Even so,
Jackson began to pull away, withdrawing his still-hard dick from Caleb's
slippery grip.
Looking once again into his buddy's eyes, Jackson stared briefly,
adding a simple, "Thanks," before taking a deep breath and looking around
for a towel to wipe up the mess.
A small smile crossed Caleb's lips, "No problem, dude."
Little else was said between the two boys after they'd cleaned up
Jackson's load, thoughts crisscrossing through their respective minds about
what they'd done and what it meant, if it meant anything at all. As always
when Caleb had spent the night, he took the double bed while Jackson made
due with a comforter and a pillow on the floor.
Now, with the morning light stabbing at them around the edges of
the curtains, Caleb was awake and thinking about it all again, hard as a
rock under the thin sheet.
Later on, after Jackson woke up, the two boys took turns in the
shower, rinsing off dried spit, cum, and sweat. Neither one mentioned what
had happened, continuing as they always had, bantering back and forth as
best friends do. Pulling on just enough clothes to not offend any of
Jackson's family, they moved downstairs to gather up cereal, milk, and
toast for breakfast, sitting in front of the TV as they ate.
Around 11:00 Jackson's parents announced they were headed out to
visit friends across town, not expecting to be back until dinner. On the
way they were dropping his little sister at a play date for the
afternoon. The boys would be on their own for several hours, exchanging
glances between them acknowledging their freedom. They continued watching
TV until the phone rang half an hour later. It was Kevin, the friend who'd
disappeared from last night's party, sounding perturbed.
"No," Jackson explained over the phone, "it's just me and
Caleb. That's cool. Ok, see you." Jackson related the brief conversation
to Caleb, but couldn't guess what Kevin was upset over.
Kevin's car pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. As they
watched from the front door, the two boys saw him open the trunk and
retrieve a six pack of beer, most likely taken when he left the
party. Kevin walked quickly to the house, shielding his prize as best he
could. Wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, cotton pull-on shorts, and flip-flops,
he gave off the perfect air of a high school jock. That's where his
priorities were, more concerned with sports than grades, paying little
attention to anything else, except for maybe his girlfriend, Beth. She'd
been at the party, too, but had not left with Kevin, a fact unknown to
Jackson or Caleb.
With only a curt, "Hey," Kevin entered the house and immediately
popped open a beer. Half the can was gone before he took a breath. Jackson
passed when Kevin offered him one, knowing all hell would break loose if
his parents came home and smelled beer on him. Caleb accepted.
The three exchanged small talk as Kevin finished the first beer and
started a second, Caleb nursing his slowly.
The conversation took on a more serious tone when Jackson casually
asked about Beth.
"Fuck if I know," Kevin answered angrily.
"Something happen last night?" asked Caleb, curious.
Feeling the beer wind through his system, Kevin opened up, sounding
strangely embarrassed, focused on the wall across from where he sat. "Last
night, at the party, I was watching the game," he started, "a bunch of us
in front of that sweet big screen plasma they got, and she comes in and
says she wants to go; says she's horny. It's, like, the middle of the third
quarter, and I said, `I'm watching this,' and she says..."
After a long pause, Caleb prodded, "What, dude?"
Downing a large portion of his second beer, Kevin finally
continued, "She says, `I swear, Kevin, you're gay sometimes,' out loud to
everybody."
Jackson sat silently as he watched a smile spread across Caleb's
face, followed by a laugh.
"What's so fucking funny?" Kevin mouthed in Caleb's direction. "You
think I'm queer? Fuck that shit!"
"Then why didn't you fuck her?" Caleb laughingly inquired.
"I was watching the fucking game, asshole!"
"You passed up pussy for a game? Maybe you are queer," Caleb
teased.
"Fuck you, Caleb."
"No, fuck you, Kev. Fuck your ass to find out if you're queer."
Caleb flinched as Kevin jumped up, but quickly realized he was only
headed to the bathroom.
Halfway down the hall came another hefty, "Fuck you, Caleb,"
eliciting another round of laughter.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jackson whispered fearfully.
"Don't worry, dude, you're safe," Caleb reassured. "He's a
goof. Play along and you might get some ass."
"What!?" Jackson asked, not following.
"Pay attention and go with it," explained Caleb just before Kevin
reappeared and pulled a third beer from the quickly dwindling supply.
A few moments passed in silence before Caleb started again. "I'm
totally serious, dude. I heard that only gay guys like to get fucked. So if
you get fucked and don't like it then it proves you're not queer."
Jackson couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"That's bullshit," stated Kevin, slightly slurred. "I never heard
that."
"You've not heard a lot of things. It's true, dude."
From the look on Kevin's face the other two boys could tell he was
thinking about it, if only out of desperation to prove he was straight.
Caleb felt some encouragement was necessary, knowing what argument
would appeal to Kevin's sensibilities. "You could prove it to Beth and let
her know who's boss."
"Yeah," agreed Kevin, sliding deeper into his beer buzz. "I mean,
maybe. Fuck."
"Come on, dude, just do it."
"You're being quiet, Jackson," Kevin pointed out. "What about it?"
Unsure, Jackson glanced at Caleb, then looked at Kevin. "Uh...yeah,
I've heard that, too." Thoughts began to creep into his head about fucking
Kevin, something he'd not considered before. Not usually a big fan of
jocks, he had to admit that Kevin was kind of hot, feeling the first small
twinges of a hardon beginning. He couldn't believe that Kevin would be
gullible enough to actually go for it.
They didn't know if it was the beer or the threat to Kevin's self
image, but something pushed him over the edge.
"How the fuck do we do this?" Kevin blurted.
"It's easy, dude," Caleb instructed. "Just bend over and take it."
Jackson knew from his own limited experimentation that it wouldn't
be that simple, but didn't want to give too much away and look like the
resident expert. "Uh...I think you'll need some lube, or something. You
can't just shove it in."
Kevin looked at Jackson as if he wanted to ask a question, but
instead took another long swig of beer.
"I think Jackson is right, no reason to get hurt," Caleb piped in.
Kevin moved to stand up, wobbled slightly, then turned to
Caleb. "If you say one fucking word to anybody about putting your dick up
my ass I will fucking rip your nuts off."
"Hold on, dude," said Caleb. "Not me, Jackson's gonna do it."
Jackson's eyes went wide again as Kevin turned toward him. "That
goes for you, too."
"Why me?" asked Jackson, looking past Kevin to Caleb.
"Because I brought it up," Caleb answered, "and if I do it Kevin
will think I'm gay for his ass."
"You queer, Caleb?" Kevin asked, drawn into the web a little
further.
"No way, dude."
Satisfied for the moment, Kevin didn't bother to ask Jackson if he
was queer. All three were now standing, unsure how to progress.
"I think we should go to my room," Jackson offered. "More private."
Without further discussion, Kevin moved toward the stairs, his bare
feet shuffling along, another sign of his alcohol in-take. Jackson and
Caleb followed, making sure he didn't fall.
As they approached Jackson's room Caleb whispered in Jackson's ear,
"You have some lube, dude? I don't think spit's gonna work."
Jackson nodded. Shutting the door behind them, he walked to his
desk and pulled out a small plastic food container.
Kevin looked disgusted. "What the fuck is that?"
"It's...uh," Jackson blushed, "Crisco."
Caleb burst out laughing. "Dude, you're going to fuck his ass, not
fry it!"
"Hey," Jackson defended himself, "it works. I use it to jack off."
As Caleb continued to chuckle, Kevin wrinkled his
nose. "TMI. Fuck."
For several moments all three stood around near the bed, nobody
wanting to make the first move.
"Well?" Kevin asked, looking from one to the other.
"I guess first thing," Caleb thought out loud, "get naked."
Kevin quickly pulled his shirt off over his head revealing a
muscular, well defined chest, his pecs covered with a small amount of
hair. Moving to push his shorts down, he stopped just as the waistband
reached the top of his bush. "I swear I will kill you," he threatened once
again, then removed both his shorts and jock-style briefs in one
motion. Jackson watched the boy's dick and balls jiggle as he kicked the
clothing away from his feet.
"On the bed, dude, hands and knees," directed Caleb. Without
discussion or protest Kevin climbed onto the bed, his ass the same
elevation as Jackson's cock. Caleb had noticed the growing bulge in his
buddy's shorts. "You, too, Jackson, strip off and stand behind him."
Nervous, but willing and curious to see what it would feel like,
Jackson slid down his own shorts and pulled off his shirt. He hadn't
bothered to put on any underwear. Free of its restraint, Jackson's cock
stood up in front of him. Jackson took the opportunity to get a good look
at the boy in front of him. Muscular shoulders and back tapered to a solid
waistline, curving into two hard globes of muscle sprinkled with fine hair,
split by a much hairier ass crack, with two muscular, hairy legs supporting
it all. Jackson's cock throbbed, forcing out a first drop of precum.
Kevin's voice broke Jackson's trance. "I don't have all
day. Goddamn."
Jackson turned his head far enough to glance back at Caleb who was
standing two feet behind and to the side of Jackson's position, giving him
a prime view of what was about to happen. Caleb's shorts now also sported a
growing bulge.
Again, Caleb provided the choreography. "Put some Crisco on his ass
and your cock, then push it in. Kevin, hold still."
"No shit," added Kevin. "I'm not riding your dick for you."
Wordlessly, Jackson dipped two fingers into the slippery, white
substance. Placing his fingers just short of Kevin's hole, he said, "You
might feel some pressure."
"Stop playing doctor," spewed Kevin, "and FUCKING DO IT!"
Jackson pushed firmly, surprised at how easily both fingers went
in, then felt a tight squeeze as Kevin's ass responded.
"Fuck," Kevin hissed. "I can't be gay `cause this hurts like hell!"
Jackson pulled away his hand, approaching a second time with only
his middle finger. This time was much smoother and deeper. Kevin grunted,
but didn't say anything. Jackson continued an in and out motion for a few
seconds before removing his hand again. Stepping up close to the ass before
him, Jackson smeared Crisco across the head of his cock, then up and down
the length. The sensations in his cock were crazy, driving him to get
inside Kevin as soon as possible.
Jackson gave Kevin a short warning, "Ok," as he lined up his cock
and pushed. Nothing happened. Adjusting his stance and feeling his way
along with the head of his cock, he pressed again. This time a definite
opening began to accept his bone. The tight flesh of Kevin's asshole slowly
relaxed, allowing more and more of Jackson to enter at an agonizing
pace. By the time the head of his cock was in, Jackson was fighting to not
plunge in all the way all at once.
From behind them they heard Caleb clear his throat. "Keep going,
dude, he has to take it all the way."
Kevin began to pant as he felt the cock work its way inside, trying
to relax and let it happen, proving he wasn't gay. Right now he hated Beth.
"How much is left?" Kevin panted.
"About half, three inches," Jackson informed him.
As Kevin continued his breathing rhythm, Jackson felt less
resistance and pushed harder, bottoming out as the short hairs of his
trimmed pubes brushed against the top of Kevin's furry crack.
"That's it," Jackson announced. "I'm all in." Warm, undulating
contractions rippled along the length of his cock, odd at first, but
compelling. As much as he wanted to, Jackson held off on moving in and out
of Kevin's accepting hole.
"YES!" said Kevin triumphantly. "I'm not queer!"
"Hold on, dude," Caleb interjected. "You haven't been fucked yet."
Kevin turned his head to find Caleb, but held his place on the bed,
Jackson's cock still firmly buried up his ass.
"What the fuck?! You said this proved I'm not queer!"
"I said if you got fucked and didn't like it you're not queer,"
corrected Caleb. "Jackson hasn't fucked you yet."
"He's in my ass!"
"In your ass isn't fucking!"
"Goddamn it!" Kevin barked.
"Fuck him, Jackson! Prove he's not queer!"
Jackson began a slow pull back, keeping the head of his cock lodged
inside, then reversed and pushed back in. He could feel Kevin's ass taking
his whole cock much easier now. Continuing to move in and out, a little
faster each time, he reached a steady fuck motion. Now it was Jackson's
turn to pant. The feelings along his cock were wild, driving his body
along. The sound of sweating skin slapping together became noticeable as
Jackson's hips collided with Kevin's ass cheeks.
"Now you're getting fucked," confirmed Caleb. Moving to the side,
he looked under Kevin's stomach. "What do you know, Kevin, you're hard."
Kevin replied with a small whine. "Fuck, I can't help it. I don't
want to be gay. Fuck!"
Just then Caleb came up with a rescue plan. "Dude, you aren't queer
unless you cum. That's the rule."
"Fuck yeah!" agreed Kevin. "I haven't shot!"
Jackson, however, couldn't hold out. "Fuck! Fuck! I can't stop it!"
"NO FUCKING WAY!" demanded Kevin, pulling apart from Jackson just
as the first volley of cum raced up the inside of his cock.
As the two boys disconnected Jackson swiftly replaced Kevin's
slippery, tight ass with a greasy hand, blowing a large blob of jizz across
Kevin's ass before he could get far enough away. The rest of Jackson's load
fired into the sheets leaving a well spaced pattern of wet blotches from
one side of the bed to the other.
Unceremoniously, Kevin wiped the cum off his ass with the corner of
the sheet. His cock was hard, but dry.
"YES!" Kevin crowed. "Not a drop of juice, motherfuckers. I'm
straight!"
Caleb smiled. "Yep, you're straight, dude. No doubt about it."
Within ten minutes Kevin was dressed and out the door, roaring out
of the driveway on his way to see Beth, his shorts tented out by his
still-hard dick.
"So, how was it?" Caleb asked, smiling.
Jackson was still naked, planning on taking a shower. "I don't
know...wild...hot," he tried to describe, blushing.
"Looked hot from where I was," Caleb grinned.
As Jackson took a step toward the bathroom Caleb grabbed his
arm. "Hold on, dude," Caleb said playfully, pulling Jackson back toward the
bed.
"Hey!" Jackson squealed, landing on his back in the wet
spots. "What do you think you're doing?" Watching Caleb pull off his
clothes, Jackson saw his buddy's cock, as hard and long and captivating as
it had been the night before. His own cock began to stir again.
"What am I doing?" Caleb teased as he reached for the Crisco. "I'm
going to find out if you're REALLY gay."
THE END
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